I've written a couple of stories prior to this; one a fantasy based on actual people and events, and the other a true story from my college days. Today I would like to do another true story, as I feel they tend to be the hottest stories to tell a bunch of strangers. When you can actually recollect the memory and then put it into words for others to read and enjoy, the experience is just that much more rewarding. So, for all of you that enjoy some true stories, I hope you like this one.
This story takes place during my days just after college, when I had a temporary job at a customer service call center for a major corporation. It definitely wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, and it had nothing to do with the degree I had just received in school, but it paid the bills and kept me going as I began my adult life free of schooling. I started out as a basic phone operator, answering a plethora of calls from customers from around the United States and Canada. I saw people come and go quite frequently during my stint there as a customer service representative. Due to the nature of the job, most people ended up getting the job as a temporary thing to pay bills and then move on to the next job, including many younger kids out of high school and older adults still finding their way in life.
Not surprisingly, there weren't very many attractive women that worked there. Many of the women that worked with me were older, many of which were your stereotypical older moms and middle aged women, most were not aesthetically pleasing to me despite many of them being great people with whom to work. Every now and then, however, they'd hire a decent looking girl to fill in the vacancies that were consistently popping up. Like when they brought in Kaylee, the super cute chubby girl that ended up sitting in front of me. She was constantly flirting with me, but apparently I was too stupid to realize that until she had left for another job. Or when they hired Shawna, the curvy black girl that I wish I had a shot with, but she was already in a relationship before she started.
Eventually, I ended up working my way up the ranks a bit and wound up on the senior level staff, answering phones, emails, and official letters. It was months after I ended up as one of the well respected senior level reps that they brought on Maria, an older woman that looked like she was maybe in her very early forties, but still attractive and youthful in her attitude. She had dark brown hair that was almost black down just past her shoulders, and a typical mom body with the curves on her breasts, thighs, and butt. I've never been very attracted to super skinny girls, I like my women to have some meat on their bones. So to me, woman with some weight on them is never a bad thing, I enjoy the extra cushioning.
As I did with everyone in the office, I was quick to make an introduction, see how she was as a person, let her know I was available for anything she may need, etc. We became pretty decent friends as time went on, and she would often come to me for almost anything she needed help with during the day, even if someone else was free or more qualified. As was the case before, I was completely oblivious to the fact that she was being flirtatious the entire time. All of that would go out the window when the two of us ended up on a Saturday morning shift over a holiday weekend.
Over the few years that I was there, I ended up volunteering for holiday weekend shifts more often than not in order to get the extra pay boost for bills and any other expenses I may have needed to pay. Usually, the holiday weekend staff would be the very definition of a skeleton crew: one supervisor in the morning to get us off and running, one or two reps to answer the phones on the first level of support, and one senior level rep to help if needed (while also taking care of letters and emails). This holiday Saturday, however, the morning supervisor ended up leaving very early due to family issues, and only one rep other than myself ended up being there for the shift, and wouldn't you know it, it was Maria.
When the day started, we laughed and chatted a bit that we were the only ones there, and how eerie it was to be alone in the building. As some calls came in during the later parts of the morning, I found myself at my desk for quite a while, answering emails as I heard Maria taking call after call. Every now and then I would notice one in the queue and take it for her, so there weren't any complaints of hold times. A couple of times I heard her end a call and complain about how stubborn people could be with not understanding the meaning of a holiday weekend when it came to service. I'd laugh and call over the cubicle walls that it's just how people are nowadays.
A while later, Maria decided to use the messenger program that allowed the customer service reps to communicate without leaving their computer. A message popped up that she was having trouble with something, asking if I could head over to her desk and assist. I, of course, obliged her request and headed over to see what I could do. When I arrived, I did what I usually do when I help another co-worker: I stood just outside of her cube, partially leaning on the cube wall and her desk. As we discussed her computer issue, it became evident that it was nothing more than a simple mistake on how she had put in the data from her last call. She giggled and told me I was such a big help. I laughed and told her that I was never one to say no to helping someone out.
Not even ten minutes later, another message popped up on my screen asking me to visit her desk for another issue. With a chuckle, I stood up and walked over once again. This time, I decided to lean in and rest my elbows on her desk as she spoke. I moved my attention from her to the screen as she explained the situation. Her light brown eyes looked caring and friendly, and her fair skin looked as if it was glowing with the reflection of the light from the computer monitor. Her smile and laugh were extremely attractive: cute and enjoyable and not at all annoying. When she finished, I took her mouse and leaned in even further, explaining what I believed the problem to be. As I continued, I suddenly felt her hand brush my arm, causing me to stop talking momentarily as I stumbled on my words as well as with the mouse cursor.
